City Sunset

Upon a time, lately
returning from a favoured place,
spires dreaming in autumnal light;
I gazed out that evening,
down the old street,
from one window, high above it all.
Seeing sublime sunset's wash
colouring deep blue and green and gold,
cobalt, apricot pricked the darkness
by man's lights - 
I realised, it was fair yet:
the evening was fair, despite 
the loud insistence of five-storey buildings,
the continual offence of growling traffic,
the groaning burden of concrete, brick and asphalt.
My kind makes, unkindly while
our Maker blesses yet
with sweet, cool colours
of an evening.
I bless Him, wondering
at the Love of
such beauty, carelessly strewn before me -
a gift wholly undeserved, holy, whole.